This is the crux of asshole politics. Political assholes will destroy themselves to watch others suffer as well, living a dystopian evolution of reality TV culture. And they hate most everyone who is reading this column. They hate us so much that they will destroy themselves to see us suffer. It’s like the jaywalker who steps in front of your car and stares you down, knowing if you hit them they might die, but your life will be fucked as well—and that’s an acceptable deal. Why do strangers hate strangers so much? And why don’t they hate Trump? This is the question. How did a New York billionaire-by-birth, sociopathic hedonist who branded himself with the phrase “you’re fired” transform into Bubba Trump, Grand Klaxon of All Assholes? And how did he get this fratricidal lot to join into a unified political movement hell-bent, literally, on ending our grand experiment in democracy? The answer, I think, lies with us, the pompous assholes.